Domestic violence is anxiety, pain, depression, anger and leads to death.

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My monster is sad.  It’s angry.  It’s hurt.  It has hatred, resentment, confusion, depression and loneliness.  It’s helpless and hopeless.

I was never able to voice my feelings.  I can now express them.

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SHUT UP…you have no say…you do as you’re told not as you want!  I’m so sick of not being able to be that free, independent, special woman I once was because I’ve been taken hostage.  My soul, my mind, my body, and my heart have been held captive.  I didn’t mind for a long time.  I have always just wanted to please everyone.  Who cares if I’m miserable as long as everyone else is taken care of?  Creating the monster makes me realize there is a light at the end of this tunnel.  It makes me think back and remember why I left and how much I hated that life.  It makes me have a little more strength.  If my monster could talk it would tell you how bad it wants to roar and just let it all out.  It wants to tell that batterer to be a man, pick on someone your own size.  But I know the real me can’t just yet.  I will never be shhhh’ed again.  I am now in the process of healing and growing.

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My monster has 2 sides – the real, broken side and the blank staring façade.

The broken side represents my insides.  They feel battered and bruised.  And although I left my abuser four years ago, I am still hurting inside.  I am angry at him for what he did to me, and I am angry at myself for staying for eight years.  I am trying to heal and let go of the anger and fear that still lives inside of me.  I have good days when I feel at peace, and I still have bad days when I feel like a scared little girl.

In contrast, the blank staring side of my monster represents the lost soul that I feel inside of me at times.  I feel so many different things, but I have a hard time identifying those feelings.  I wish I could feel.  I wish I could cry.  But I can’t.  People ask me, “How are you today?” And I just look at them with a blank stare and reply, “Fine, how are you?”

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I will bite your head off because I am angry.

I am angry because:

I am not allowed to speak,

I am emotionally hurt,

I was verbally pushed down,

I was physically beaten,

I was taken advantage of,

I wasted 9 years with someone who does not want to understand me,

I was not acknowledged,

I was refused to be seen as a human,

My choices were made for me,

I am not respected,

My hope, my innocence, my freedom was taken away.

Most importantly…

I am angry that I am not me.

I will bite your head off because I am not me.

(The DV that I experienced left me confused and angry)

(This is my hidden monster)

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I have so much fear to face the world alone.  I feel that outside is a big monster that will eat me.   After the anger comes the fear.  I feel my hands tight, I feel a prisoner, but at the same time I want to fly.  When the monster possesses me, the day is night, the sun is crying, the flowers are dead.  I see bad things happening to me.  I only want to cry and hide where nobody can see me, where the dark can’t touch me.

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Every time I look in the mirror, I see a stranger…a deformed figure with a blank expression.  People don’t seem to notice, but it hurts me day and night.  The words that he told me have scarred me so deep that the wounds can’t seem to heal.

I was a very strong person before I met him. With all his words, my strength failed, like Delilah cutting Samson’s hair.  Instead he cut down my wings and I stopped my flight.

My monster is blank.  I do not know what to feel anymore.  I am frustrated, angry and confused most of all.  I left my abuser a year ago but yet he manages to keep a hold on me.

I did everything I thought possible to protect myself and my baby boy, yet I am still fighting to keep us safe even with a double restraining order that does not seem to keep him away.  Even though I do not have contact with him, he manages through others to reach and hurt me more.

I am on my road to reach victory and my will started when I decided to leave him. God is my strength and my faith is my strong hold that keeps me with new hopes of a better and safer tomorrow, free of any chains taking it day by day till one day I will grow new wings and once again take flight and now not by myself but with my God’s grace which is my son and together be safe from all of life’s mistakes.

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The purple silhouette represents the beaten and bruised purple outline of the Domestic Violence which other eyes can notice, but my fake smile confused them.  The white silhouette represents the invisible “real” me in the inside.  The words within describe who and what really existed, the monster in me no one else could see.

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The blue is for my older brother.  That’s his favorite color.  The green is for my brother Sal.  The brown is for my mom.  It’s her favorite color.  The pink is for Emily.  The reason I have a door is because that’s where my step-dad hit my mom.  The pink color around the door is the worry I felt for my mom.  The other door is my door.  It’s where my 2 brothers and my sister and me were.  The purple is my worries for my step-dad.  The girl in the middle is me and I’m scared and sad.  The flower is for my mom and the heart is for my step-dad.  I wish nothing happened.

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Es un rostro maltratado por la vida sin tiempo para ella misma. Siempre pensando en los demas y triste por su vida y familia que tiene un corazon triste llorando por dentro.  Un rostro que no tiene ilusion y mucho temor al futuro.

A face mistreated by life without time for herself. Always thinking of others yet sad for her life and family that has a sad heart crying heart.  A face without illusion and much fear for the future.

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This reminds me of the monster that is in me when I’m so stressed out and become very angry at “myself” and want to give up at times.   But I know I have to be strong for I’m a survivor.

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El espiritu atrapado me siento como en el dibujo atrapado. Estoy triste.  El color negro es el que me gusta. Tengo ganas de llorar y llorar.

The spirit trapped.  I feel like my drawing, trapped.  I’m sad.  I like black.  I want to cry and cry.

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My father made the world around him think he was someone, but at home he became my worst nightmare.  Life for him was a show…too bad his family never belonged there.  Because in the end…he just didn’t care.

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You are the cause of my confusion.  My life became coated with a bloody color, my skies became gray, the green grass became brown.  There was no life in whatever I did.  You gave me a pat on the back and told me everything was going to be all right, that we were going to be happy forever.  But at the same time you made my world obscure.  You marked my life.  Your fingers are all over me and no matter what I do your marks are in the deepest cavity of my tortured heart.  I went to the sea to wash my pain away, to scrub my body with salt to try to remove your endless torture.  And then I saw the light.  A door was opened and when I walked through everything was much brighter, peaceful, and I found out there were many opportunities available for me.  You are the cause of the new me.  Thanks to you I’m a better, happier, and healthier person.  Thanks to u.

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My monster is bad.  My monster takes his face off because underneath he has no face.  My monster’s dad sewed his face and now he can’t talk.

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Her name is hidden because she can’t be found.  No one really knows who she is, because she doesn’t think she can feel anything.  Hidden is afraid to feel because she may be hurt by her own self.

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My monster kills people.  My monster chases people to eat them.  My monster kicks people.  My monster feels bad and good.  My monster is in a safe place.

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My children and I left an ugly lifestyle.  Our future looks bright, but can we accept the goodness?  This is my confused monster.  We are so used to the bad, now that there is good, we don’t know how to feel.

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My picture is of the angry person inside of me.  Domestic violence caused me to be angry, bitter, hurt and just mad.  The anger comes from the inside and shows up on the outside.  It shows in the way I walk, the way I talk, the way I treat others.  And the list goes on and on.  Although the tears and scars caused me much pain, it does not compare to the feelings of hurt, anger and fear on the inside.  Although the relationship is over, can I be over this anger?  Yes.  I see the light at the end of the tunnel, and that’s what my yellow and orange represent at the bottom of my picture.

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I’m living in a world that’s nice and pretty, but I am a person with many faces, and walking around with a broken heart.  I’m happy, sad, lonely, silly, ugly and angry.  I hope one day life will be wonderful.

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My monster is named Jovita.  Well you might see people with a smile and they could be looking happy, but in the inside they are really hurt.  And they don’t want to cry in front of people.  But you have to let everything out.  By expressing your feelings with anybody close.  Be happy when you have a chance.

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Many monsters might look happy from the outside, but might be sad inside.

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Angel wants people to know he is nice.  He’s not mean to people.  He feels good.  He likes to play.  He feels happy.

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Kids live in this house because they don’t have a house.  They have one house where they go to play in it.  They have a garden and 3 rooms and 2 bathrooms.  The children play the game of Candyland.  The kids are happy there because they have their moms. The End.

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I was physically and sexually abused at a young age.  I considered this person my father.  It just goes to show that I was wrong.  And some people aren’t trustworthy.  This has permanently scarred my life and heart.

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I’m sorry for being a monster these past years.  I’m sorry for being a monster that made you shed those tears.  I’m sorry for being a monster and giving you all these fears.  I’m sorry for being a monster but now I’ve disappeared.

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I was abused as a baby all the way till I was four.  At the age of nine it started again but this time by another boyfriend of my moms.  I lived my whole life not knowing my dad.  When I turned 15, I met my dad, and I moved to Long Beach to be with him.  Unfortunately, things didn’t go as I hoped, and I wound up at David and Margaret’s.  Life is getting better for me.  All my life I thought that people were being fake when they were happy.  Now I know “its ok 2 be happy.”

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This picture is about me feeling really bad.  Hate, sad, mad, crazy, cutting, blood.

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You don’t know what you have until its gone.

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I used a lot of black because my heart feels dark most of the time.  But I try to hide that because I don’t want to feel stressed out or hurt.  I feel like I’m the only one in the world that feels like this.  I can’t let my feelings out because I start to cry.  People look at me and see an innocent girl that wouldn’t harm a fly.  I feel cold even though its hot outside and I’m not anemic.  I start shaking for no reason.  I want to let go and break through all this frustration!!!!! Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah

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The blue on the bottom means tears.  It shows how people cry when they live in the darkness.  Red means blood.  It shows that people die when they don’t know where the light is.  The faces mean how scared and sad the people are.  On the top shows you have light.  The moon and stars give you light.  The tree means a place where you can think, be alone, and be yourself.

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I went through 7 years of domestic violence.  I’ve been hit, slapped, choked, kicked, put down and called horrible names.  All by a man I loved with all my heart.  Today I’m all cried out over you!

I was with the love of my life.  I lost my soul through the abuse I went through.  I was beaten physically and emotionally.  I had to die hard to be reborn again.

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All my life I’ve felt alone.  Being alone is one of my biggest fears.  What I see in this picture is hope that I will overcome what I most fear.

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Behind this wall I stay protected, yet my own fear is penetrating my soul.  I’m in my own prison.  Self-enclosed!

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Deep within me was a hunger, never satisfied.  An emptiness I could not fill.  I devoured and devoured, but all I was left with was a heart of sadness.

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I feel like a lifetime of violence and drugs have left me lost inside.

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This piece represents how I am smiling on the outside, but crying on the inside.  And how my soul is hurting.

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The emotion I felt when I was powerless over my abuse.  The spontaneous feelings that go through ones mind.  So, go ahead and…SCREAM!

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My monster is mean.  No one likes him.  People make him angry and he makes faces at them.  People hit him because he is evil.

My monster has many friends, but he gets mad when they fight.  My monster protects me.  My monster wants to be loved by me.

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Happy monster is screaming because he wants ice cream.  He gets mad when nobody listens to him.  He begins to feel sad and cry.  Sometimes he feels sad because someone hurts his feelings and they don’t listen to his words when he says stop and no.

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My monster is red because he is angry.  He doesn’t have any friends because he is mean with them and he tells them bad words.

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I got sick and tired of constantly being told what’s wrong with me and never hearing about those sweet things I do that might delight you.  Sick and tired of the mean spirited words that spewed out of your mouth and snuck up behind me when I least expected.  Sick and tired of all the conditions you put on loving me, which once upon a time seemed to come out so easy.

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No longer a klutz, I am just simply quite blunderful…

I used to spiral out of control.  Now, I go with the flow, am opening myself up, reminding myself to breathe deeply and be patient with this process of growth.

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My artwork says everything is fine.  I’m fine.  This is one of the masks we all wear.

The mirror is purple.  It’s me.  The domestic violence I suffered.
The tears are the tears of my question…why?
The seeds are hope of a new beginning.
The darkness was once what I suffered.
The rainbow is my new found light.

Wow.  Where does one begin?  I am only one person yet I feel like 10 different people.  The face changes, the emotion must change the instant that one person looks at you with those eyes telling you to be happy.  Change your tone, so the face changes but inside that pain remains, that frustration, that hurt, that confusion remains.  How it hurts to pretend.  If you look, the real me is so small.  Why you ask?  Because the real me is never allowed to come out.  The real me stays hidden because the real me no one wants in reality.  After so long I begin to wonder. What is the real me?  I’m working on letting her come out.  She will in due time. Just have patience and the real me will soar and fly to an extreme no one ever allowed me to get to!

Being raped as a child, left me with two faces to face for the rest of my life.  The happy face is the one from outside, and the other sad face is the one from inside.  But both faces are linked by the same heart.

For so many years I’d never show or let anyone know…

I keep the face of everything is just fine.  I think my kids need to see this face, for they have been through so much.  I have 10 more years before I release and let my roar and the wrath go.

I’m right here in the middle, happy going on.  These are the monsters I’m overcoming.  The green face is anger.  The purple face is embarrassed and hurt.  The other face is my mask.  The blue eyes are holding in tears. The red, pain, shame, fear.

El pajaro esta feliz por que le gusta estar enserado.  La jaila esta muy grande para volar.  Y esta volando y volando.  El esta feliz porque piense que esta en el cielo.  Un pajoro le prejunto por que estas feliz por que no estoy en encerrado estoy en el cielo.  Una vez un nino paso y vio el pajaro y lo dejo que se vaya.

This is my step-dad Salvador.  This is my Mom Sophia.  This is me “Evelyn.”  Here is my other brother Joseph.  This is my brother Sal and my little sister Emily.  If my step-dad never did this to my mom we would still be a family and it hurts me and my family that he did this to us.  Now I feel thankful to God and others that we are in a shelter and in a safe place.

The flower is me.  It doesn’t have the red, orange, dark green and purple inside.  Each color in the dots around the flower signifies a different feeling and emotion.  The flower needs all of the different dots to feel nourished and healthy instead of being deprived.

Una jaula una puerta abierta cautiva por miedo ala soledad fue enserrada con la puerta abieta i ayi sele ensello a tener miedo a andar libre pero undia quien le divo no salgas sefue para no bolver i entonses ella enpeso a ver las cosas de otra forma i atener desisiones propias i un dia bolteara a esa puerta abierta i tendra balor a salir de alli.

Blue – Sadness
Black – Anger
Brown – Worried
Lime Green – Concern
Red – Love
Purple – Happy
Orange – Strengths
Yellow – Strong
Green – Survival

I will overcome this violence in my life.  And by overcoming I will be a strong, independent woman who will have happiness, love and peace in my life for myself and children.

Un corazon que tenia mucho dolor pero acido fuerte una nina que acido mama que se esta sanando y que sentio muy bien aciendo la arte un monstrou que asalida de mi vida.

El color negro para mi sinifico que estoy en una immensa oscurida lo amaria es para mi enca esperanian el fando de la oscurida los munecos para mi son mis hijos y el gato soy yo. El rojo es dalor y sufrimiento por rodo lo que estoy pasando y el azul alundis en contrar la luz. de mi camino.

The drawing means that when you’re surrounded with beautiful things, at the end of the road there’s something out of place.  But out of all that’s out of place, there’s always someone or something that keeps you going… a light, a hope, or even a dream.  Never give up because the path just keeps on going with nice things in life.

Todo lo que nosotros sufrimos deja sicatrices en nuestras almas y tenemas que superarlo o regresar a la bondad para compartirlo con los demas.  Al nosotros compartir nuestras experiencia comensamos a sanar y al explicar a los demas que ay soluciones comensaremos a romper el ciclo de violencia.

Mi mostro se siente con miedo con soledad, terror es un mostro que esta rodeado de animales y plantas y no puede. Salir para ningun la da es ta atrapado. sin que nadie lo pueda allu dar siente que se ba amorir y nadie lo puede alludar Los animales lo pisan no le da el sol le cae la lluvia y no tiene como protejerce se siente muy solo se muy pero muy feo que nadie lo quiere que to do lo miran el quiere gritar pero no puede se esta muriendo

The drawing of the face crying on top represents me.  It’s me crying all the time, never being happy, feeling like if I have no one to count on, no one to hear me out.  Sadness for everything I’ve been through.  Never forgetting my father beating my mom, or my ex-boyfriend treating me bad or beating me.  Scared of the world, scared of the people, scared of everything.  Criticized by everyone around me.  That is why I drew the two faces.  Always telling me I’m not worth nothing, that I do everything wrong.  Angry at the world, at myself for not doing anything about my domestic violence before.  I always see the world as being darkness, as if when I’m about to be happy something bad happens, and it all becomes darkness again.  That is why I drew the moon not letting the sun come out.  On the bottom I drew the house that I would like to own one day.  I drew my son and myself finally being happy.  He is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me and I love him so much.  The reason I wrote there is always sunshine after the rain because I believe that just like after it rains there is sunshine, one day after all my problems are through I will be so happy and I won’t let anything ruin or block my sunshine (happiness), and I will live happy with my son.

Mi vida pasada fue golpes y ins. has, amena sas, yo y mis hi, os, nos corrio de la casa, deje mi hagar una vida que tuve que dejar, ahora me doy cuanta que yo valgo muco y que puedo tomas deciciones pormi misma mis hijos dark una vida mejor tengo planes y espero en dios culmplirlos. Abajp esta mi vida pasada to que ya quedo atras ahora gruclas, al apoya y ayuda de chicana, yo puedo decir que voy mas pudelante que lo q’ mi esposo me hizo, no me ra a detenor, que la vida sigre y q’hay mucho q’hacer mis hijos tambien estan viendo ladiferencia en mi como mama y espero darles una educacion, y ensenarles valores para q’ ellos valoren un dia futuro a sus esposas ehijos que avvique deje mi casa, mis cosas esas ya no son tan importantes como estoy empezando yo sola con ayuda de dias y la con la de mis hijos, que esto va a pasar, 1’ ese sol q’ undia se apugo para mi, volvio a salir y mas hermoso y mas bonito y que viene un hogar no hogar una residencia y mansion para mi y mis hijos y aletas pero prinero soy yo y sacar todo las fierzas y valor, como mama mojer, y profesional y demostrarle acl ya todos que yo valyo masel oro y la plata.

Mesentia que no podia. salir a de lante que no valia como mujer que iba aser yo sola con mis hijos pero aora tenco el balor el corage para ludiar son mis hihos, y yo dalgo mucho como muder y como madre y no mas golpes y umillasones.

Yo laura en el dibuyo de arriba espreso todo micorayea esa persona que es mi esposo y todos los problemos. en el dibuyo de a bayo. en contreo una persona que me da animo a salir a de cante y que me a polla y tan bien chicanos

cada color. Significa como me siento me identifico coy los colores claros cuando estoy contenta porque gracias adios despues de 4 anos de estar sola me siento tronkila y plenso que estoy empesando a vivir otra vez sin gritos ni maltratos y eso me are fleiz

Este dibujo lo hise por que he morado lagrinias de saugne mi corazon sangra mis brasos perco no tengo manos. El pajarito significa que quiro subir y no puedo la escalera es la que un detiene y mo puedo subir la casita donde vivi mi infancia los pajaros negros estorban mi vida. mi pelo negro significa lo negro quw ha cido mi vida. mi testido amarillo todo ;os disprecios queme han hecho.

Una nina con una enfermedad pidiendole ayuda a supadre y el curando con violencia.

My monster is happy.  My monster is playing with other kids and having fun.  My monster is in a safe place.  My monster is in a movie.

Mi monstor es malo porque se siente solo que nadre le hable y se encontro con un nino y fueron amigos.

The big heart reminds me of the loneliness I feel on Valentine’s Day because of pain and abuse.  Everything else reminds me of my healing and blessings that come from God.

Los recuerdos mas bonitos de mi vida,  Mi familia se creo en esta casa.

This is me being very resentful, very bitter.  This is the ugly part of me that I don’t like to show people except for a certain someone.   And I really hate this monster inside of me, but it’s in me.  No matter how sunny the day is, I make it rain with my tears because I’m always angry.  No matter how pretty everything is around me, I will find a way to make it look ugly.

This picture, Monster in Me, made me feel good, and had me thinking about what I went through.  The colors blue meant I had blue days, and red means I had bad days.  The expression on the face is when I call out for help.  The lines mean I was going crazy.

Monster in Me felt very good.

My monster is named Ms. 3 Types of Feelings.  She is sad.  She is really happy.  She is really mad. These are different personalities but they all get along with each other.

Hope someday the happier side will take over the evil side.

This monster is sad because my grandma passed away.  The name of my monster is “Sad Man.”  I am sad because my grandma was my angel.  She still is; it’s just I can’t see her anymore.

My “Monster in Me” is great art to me, and I hope to everybody else.  Well mine feels good because I feel good.  Because last night I had a good time with all my friends at a party.  And mine says “Grrrr”!!! because it looks scary to probably other people.  I want people to think it is good art because I think it is.  I put a pizza shape head because I like pizza.  And today as well, I feel good because I’m here and Peace and Joy family is a good family.

My monster expresses mixed feelings.  Although I am excited to be participating in this workshop, I am fighting a cold.  The cold has me feeling tired and congested.  I chose mixed feelings as well because often times I try to show people that I’m really happy, when in reality I feel depressed and sad inside.

My monster is happy.  My friend’s monster is happy too.  So we are best friends.  We like to listen to music and we like to dance.  We like to sing.  My monster says thank you.

Today’s monster is lost and has nowhere to go, so therefore it’s sad.  My monster will one day find its way and be happy again.

My art represents many things.  There is a clock thats hidden which means I’ve lost a lot of time.  There is a person (me) alone in the dark which is I how I feel sometimes.  There is a happy face in the corner because I still need to find it.  There is also a pink house which I plan to buy for my mom and I.  School is very important to me and my future is too.  I still don’t know what I want as a career so there is a question mark.  There are eyes in the sky because I feel someone is watching me.  The sun in the corner is fading away because that’s my hope at times.  The black heart means I love people but never show it.  I want money and love.  The loser is because that’s how I feel when I want to give up.

The picture represents the people who have touched my heart.  The black hands, however, represent the hands that abused me.

My picture represents beauty and envy.  The left side of the face is represented as the high-classed, purky, beautiful girl with features like no other.  She has a good self-esteem about herself .  She’s confident.  The right side represents envy and hurts.  And wishes she can be accepted, glamorous, radiant, and amazingly gorgeous.  She suffers with pain and sadness.  She gets depressed and isolates herself and wishes that she could be that one who is again most beautiful.

My picture is a globe with a lighting strike in the middle breaking my world.  I’ve been through hell in my life, being abandoned by my mom.  And till this day I do see her but don’t know why she left me.  I’ve tried so many times growing up, trying to get to my mom, but always ended up where I started.  Till this day I try to live my life doing it how I wanna live, but I always get the worst out of all of it.  And I get mad and hate the world.

I was abused physically and I am very depressed, but I try to go on in life feeling pretty, enjoyable, and loving.

My picture is about when I’m mad.  The cute face is that I act cute but the horns mean I’m being bad too.

This picture represents the bad and good things that happen in my life.  As I get older I learn more and more things about me.  And know that I can overcome the bad things that happened to me, and replace it with love and comfort and peace.  And help other people do the same.  And to know that my future can only get better.  And that whatever happened in the past I can forgive and move on to create a better future for myself.

The “Baby” stands for the childhood I never had and the childhood I want my children to have.

The “Love” stands for how I feel about my children and family.

The “Peaceful” stands for how I am everyday.

The “Calm” stands for how I react to situations and problems.

I feel that all my life I’ve been put on a time limit, and for some reason I still find myself back to the beginning of my time.  The hurt never ends.  The pain never goes.  And if I run out of time, my death might just be like pieces of sand.

There is a place where you can go where it’s safe and you will find peace.  I always thought I was alone and that there was no such place.  Don’t give up.  Keep searching!

Screams of tears from me, crying for long nights and the hurt that now took over my life.

Not having control of my life and waiting for my parents to give my daughter back.  And they’re taking a long time, so I have a lot of feelings of sadness because I miss her.  Anger because I can’t control the situation and frustrated because it’s not going fast enough.  Dark colors express my deep feelings.

The way I feel means to me that today has been a really hard and stressful day.  And the way I feel doing this project makes me feel good and not stressful.  It makes me feel really great.

Domestic Violence.  Why me…
It can happen to anyone, no matter what race, how old you are…where you live.
I am somebody’s wife.
I am somebody’s daughter.
I am somebody’s sister.
I am somebody’s mother.
Somebody did help me…Angel Step.
I don’t deserve to be treated this way.
Psalms 23 makes me feel great.
God is good.

My monster gets mad when no one shares.  I play with him.  He gets happy when we go to the park.  He likes coloring books.

He gets mad when he has no friends.  He protects me.  He gets happy when he has friends.

My monster is sad when he doesn’t have friends.  Nobody wants to share with him.  I play tag with my monster.  He gets mad when people fight with him.

My monster is like a creature.  It saves people from danger like burning houses.  He is happy when he plays tag.  He has 100 friends.  When everyone is fighting, this monster is mad.  My monster gets into fights because people say bad stuff to him.

Monster Brain is happy.  I am so happy because he’s been in the shelter and loves it.  It’s a beautiful place and it’s so much fun for him here.  The judge took us out of the house because my dad was fighting with us.  He one day didn’t let me go out with my mom because he thought I was sick,  and I wasn’t.

My monster has a beautiful face.  My monster feels good about herself.

My monsters name is Hairy.  My monster is feeling funny because he’s hairy.  And he has wonderful colors.  My monsters favorite colors are rainbow.  My monster is little.  He’s really kind and nice.

Matilda is good because she’s nice to my family.  Matilda is screaming.  She is screaming to be the loudest screamer.  She is screaming because she wants everyone to hear her.

The thing was created by happiness and when the thing gets mad, I get mad.  The thing doesn’t like others.  I like others but not mean people.

My monster is happy because she loves her mom.  My mom is nice.  She takes care of all of us.  My monster gets hurt and sad when her feelings get hurt by her friends.